Greeting Card Maker | Poem Art Generator

Free online greeting card maker or poetry art generator. Create free custom printable greeting cards or art from photos and text online. Use PoetrySoup's free online software to make greeting cards from poems, quotes, or your own words. Generate memes, cards, or poetry art for any occasion; weddings, anniversaries, holidays, etc (See examples here). Make a card to show your loved one how special they are to you. Once you make a card, you can email it, download it, or share it with others on your favorite social network site like Facebook. Also, you can create shareable and downloadable cards from poetry on PoetrySoup. Use our poetry search engine to find the perfect poem, and then click the camera icon to create the card or art.



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Just Kids
Remember when we were just kids, When we shared a bath and a bedroom, When we used to play outside, On tinsel-decked scooters we’d zoom. The back garden with the sandpit and swing, The slide that gave us electric shocks, The plastic kitchen and toy washing machine, The photo of you sat in its cardboard box. Polishing wooden chairs before family arrived, Hoping they would slip and slide off, Magic cream for grazes and sickly Calpol If you had a headache or cough. The pink Barbie car and remote-controlled jeep, Microphones and Winnie-the-Pooh drum, And plastic blue drumsticks we hit each other with That got hidden in a high place by Mum. The time when you pooed on my toy rabbit, The time I threw sand in your eye, The times we brought all our toys downstairs Without really knowing why… Just hating those dreaded words: “tidy up”, Suddenly too tired to move or hear; Your name scrawled on the wall in pencil, Which you denied writing with a strop and a tear. Knock-knock jokes without punch-lines, Games with no reason or rhyme; Looking at the grey world of growing up, I wish we could go back to that time.
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